Hello everyone! Most of my reviews went along these lines, *clears throat*
No! You killed Draco! How could you! Relax and read.
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Draco's metallic eyes slid open cautiously. He sat up slowly, allowing himself much needed air. He only thanked his fortune Hermione didn't know how to check a pulse properly.
He stooped and wrapped his pale fingers around the chilled steel of the lead pipe. Now, once Hermione had told the others that he was dead, maybe he could get to the bottom of this mystery.
He strode silently through the moonlit corridor, approaching the stone stairway warily. The sound of sobbing was growing steadily in his acute ears as he neared his goal.
He peered around the brick corner quietly and saw the huddled form of Hermione, her crimson body seated on a cold step, grasping the stone banister as if trying to press herself into it as salty tears slid down her face, the transparent liquid droplets striking the rock of the stair in silent agony.
His immediate impulse was to go to her, assure her he was alive and well. No, he reminded himself, in order to insure her safety; she had to believe he was currently deceased, no matter how much pain it caused her. It was for her own good. Still, he couldn't help the torturous jerk that pulsed through his heart.
Hermione's bitter tears dampened the steps as she watched them fall in incredulity. Her mind couldn't comprehend it. Draco was dead? No, he couldn't be. And yet he was. She shrunk back into the banister, weeping harder than before.
She straightened. She had to tell everyone, no matter how much it hurt. She stood shakily, feeling the stab of agony tear through her upper thigh and her knees gave out causing her to plop back down as tears of frustration poured to join their kindred.
She stiffened again, wearing a mask of determination; she managed to stand and, with the support of the banister, walked down the steps.
Draco observed her choice of direction as she moved towards the dungeons. He slunk down the stair fluidly and glided in the opposite direction.
Hermione embraced new found courage as she laid eyes on Harry, one of her dearest friends. His emerald eyes jumped to hers with worry. "Is everything okay?"
She shook her head slowly.
He walked briskly to her side "What's wrong?" He demanded gently.
"Draco." She choked "He's... he's... dead."
Harry's eyes flashed with horror "How? When?" He stammered in absolute shock.
"Upstairs, with that God forsaken pipe" Hermione sobbed.
Harry sighed as he ran a hand through his ebony locks. But they were both saved form continuing the evil conversation as a sudden scream pierced the tense air.
Pansy's eyes, which had been darting from between the two suddenly widened as Harry's became frantic. He turned to Hermione "That's Ginny."
Hermione became panicked as the realization of his correctness settled. In one swoop the trio dashed up the grimy steps to the ground floor.
Harry led them frantically down the marble corridor where a shadowed figure was curled on the floor, lying still.
He rushed to the figure, a tear rolling down his cheek as he became aware that the ambiguous party was indeed the non living form of Ginny Weasley.
A candle stick lay an approximate yard away, dripping with scarlet ooze. Harry pulled Ginny's corpse into his arms, sobbing. "You said you wouldn't leave me!" He wailed.
Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder knowing precisely how he felt just as a gun shot broke the silence.
************************************************************************ Ta da! You should have known I wouldn't kill Draco. He's too sexy to kill! The world could use more sexy people.
Draco's metallic eyes slid open cautiously. He sat up slowly, allowing himself much needed air. He only thanked his fortune Hermione didn't know how to check a pulse properly.
He stooped and wrapped his pale fingers around the chilled steel of the lead pipe. Now, once Hermione had told the others that he was dead, maybe he could get to the bottom of this mystery.
He strode silently through the moonlit corridor, approaching the stone stairway warily. The sound of sobbing was growing steadily in his acute ears as he neared his goal.
He peered around the brick corner quietly and saw the huddled form of Hermione, her crimson body seated on a cold step, grasping the stone banister as if trying to press herself into it as salty tears slid down her face, the transparent liquid droplets striking the rock of the stair in silent agony.
His immediate impulse was to go to her, assure her he was alive and well. No, he reminded himself, in order to insure her safety; she had to believe he was currently deceased, no matter how much pain it caused her. It was for her own good. Still, he couldn't help the torturous jerk that pulsed through his heart.
Hermione's bitter tears dampened the steps as she watched them fall in incredulity. Her mind couldn't comprehend it. Draco was dead? No, he couldn't be. And yet he was. She shrunk back into the banister, weeping harder than before.
She straightened. She had to tell everyone, no matter how much it hurt. She stood shakily, feeling the stab of agony tear through her upper thigh and her knees gave out causing her to plop back down as tears of frustration poured to join their kindred.
She stiffened again, wearing a mask of determination; she managed to stand and, with the support of the banister, walked down the steps.
Draco observed her choice of direction as she moved towards the dungeons. He slunk down the stair fluidly and glided in the opposite direction.
Hermione embraced new found courage as she laid eyes on Harry, one of her dearest friends. His emerald eyes jumped to hers with worry. "Is everything okay?"
She shook her head slowly.
He walked briskly to her side "What's wrong?" He demanded gently.
"Draco." She choked "He's... he's... dead."
Harry's eyes flashed with horror "How? When?" He stammered in absolute shock.
"Upstairs, with that God forsaken pipe" Hermione sobbed.
Harry sighed as he ran a hand through his ebony locks. But they were both saved form continuing the evil conversation as a sudden scream pierced the tense air.
Pansy's eyes, which had been darting from between the two suddenly widened as Harry's became frantic. He turned to Hermione "That's Ginny."
Hermione became panicked as the realization of his correctness settled. In one swoop the trio dashed up the grimy steps to the ground floor.
Harry led them frantically down the marble corridor where a shadowed figure was curled on the floor, lying still.
He rushed to the figure, a tear rolling down his cheek as he became aware that the ambiguous party was indeed the non living form of Ginny Weasley.
A candle stick lay an approximate yard away, dripping with scarlet ooze. Harry pulled Ginny's corpse into his arms, sobbing. "You said you wouldn't leave me!" He wailed.
Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder knowing precisely how he felt just as a gun shot broke the silence.
************************************************************************ Ta da! You should have known I wouldn't kill Draco. He's too sexy to kill! The world could use more sexy people.